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palebonedry · 5 months

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Nyavka AFO

sequel to my drawing with Yoichi and Kudo

#afo #my hero academia #bnha #all for one #ofa #afo shigaraki #art i have done #mha #afo mha #bnha au #i need a name for this au . . .#we'll get there #i think im shadow banned right now but I'm posting this anyways

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shortkidenergy · 2 months

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i love gem's confidence i love cleo's snark i love pearl's goofy humor i just really really love women being unapologetically themselves

#my brain words #hermitcraft #geminitay #zombiecleo #pearlescentmoon #honestly i don't know if women is the correct word here because i know cleo uses she/they so not sure if they id as a woman #so if i'm wrong pls correct me but u get what i'm trying to say here!!!#also i haven't watched false or stress so that is why they are not here but i do rlly want to watch false in particular at some point #we'll get there #i watch so many minecraft men (gender neutral)

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luna-lovegreat · 5 months

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Just give him a minute

#linkeduniverse #linked universe update #linked universe #Lu sky #update spoilers #it's not on here yet :/#we'll get there #like Sky #edit: ok the update got on tumblr now! yay

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braisedhoney · 1 year

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this is your brain on the stanley parable + doc ock. any questions?

this idea is going to be the sole reason for my anatomy improvement bc the arms (?) have to be fully visible for maximum effect...

#the stanley parable #tsp #tsp narrator #the stanley parable fanart #tsp fanart #tspud #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #the absolute GRIP this idea has on my brain #he's a bastard. a prat. bane of my existence. i will now resume drawing him and only him for hours. (plus some stanley.)#i have more i want to do with this idea but #we'll get there #maybe #so much for avoiding full body shots #woo for improvment?

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sillylilfang · 6 months

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I've slept 5h last night let's gooo

have some astarion and my durge hehe

#listen idk either #i just thought it was funny #my art #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #astarion #bg3 #the dark urge #bg3 durge #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanart #baldurs gate 3 #doodle #sketch #i'm still trying to figure out astarion's face #we'll get there #eventually

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chewytran · 2 years

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we’ll keep each other warm ❤️

#FEELING VERY POWERFUL #DREW ROYAI FULL BODY #WITH SHOES #fr the last time i drew them full body was like a year ago #and i think i've only drawn them full body like. 4 times #it's always just 3/4 body or half or bust or smth #never feel powerful enough to do full body but we went for it today #no background as per usual but alas #we'll get there #also drawing some nice fluff to heal myself after all the royai angst lately #fma #royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye

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starkidsupremacy · 8 months

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In this trying time, I felt like I should remind everyone of this quote from season 1

"A nightingale actually did sing in Berkeley square. Nobody heard it over the noise of the traffic, but it was there, right enough"

Just because we can't hear the nightingales. Doesn't mean that they're not there.

We just have to let the traffic pass.

#Stay strong lads #we'll get there #good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #no nightingales #david tennant #michael sheen

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whatevertheweather · 1 month

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It's Sunday again! And daylight savings, which has tripped me up and then also kicked me, but whatever. I'm excited to read everyone's posts later, though I haven't yet because I've actually been writing (!!!) and moreover, writing the right thing (!!!!).

So here are some samplings from the final chapter of Musical Chairs, which probably will not be ready by my arbitrarily chosen date of March 15th, but hopefully will be ready by...April.

First, Baz.

And the contrast between the couples he was envying sent him right back into a bitter spiral, because clearly his standards were anything at all, please lord someone love me. Whatever part of his brain had been responsible for pressing RSVP on this event, Baz would be isolating it and burning it at the stake. “We’re still winning, then,” Baz observed, because he was fucking losing.

And Simon.

Simon was, quite suddenly, about to fucking lose it. He wanted things from him. Like attention and companionship and full frontal contact. Who the fuck was this guy. Where had he been. Simon was, actually, awash in a furious sense of injustice over it, because Agatha had known Baz existed in this world. Every second she'd spent acting like Simon’s best mate, and she hadn’t told him, hadn’t warned him this man was just out there, walking around, not being appreciated.

Thanks and hellos and the like under the cut <3

Thanks for the tags today: @youarenevertooold @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @forabeatofadrum @run-for-chamo-miles

And hello and thanks for tags other days: @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whogaveyoupermission @nightimedreamersworld @facewithoutheart @alexalexinii @mooncello @rimeswithpurple @bookish-bogwitch @martsonmars @aristocratic-otter @thewholelemon

#the level of accomplishment I feel about writing today is not proportionate to the number of words I've managed #but it's fine #as long as I don't think about how many words are left #we'll get there #six sentence sunday #my writing

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unironicallycringe · 10 months

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top ten women you'd call to come pick you up when you're drunk at a party in the demon kingdom

#my art #demon tribes au #tmm zelda #skyward sword #skyward sword zelda #zelda #zelda au #zelda fanart #loz fanart #she's only been seen in illustrations in grayscale so far #but she did indeed get her uniform and charge into the unknown to find link #she's probably very worried uwaaahh #also if you're new here tmm is not zelink im sorry but know that i am very invested in their platonic relationship #and they do love each other in this au just not romantically #they've just drifted apart for a while and they're both struggling #we'll get there

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kingscourthouse · 1 year

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This is a Ren Cinematic Universe moment

Did a quick update on my Ren designs. Note: King RenTheKing isn't included because I don't see him as someone separate from ren himself. Grimm (Demised RenBob) is my own mini au I guess? Don't really know what he would be, but I like to imagine him n Grim are a team in killin'.

If anyone cares, details on them below!

Base things on all of them: All of them have some sort of enchanted band on them with protection. If they were to remove it, they would just be some big dogs. (This way I get both Ren and dog Ren >:D)

Have you seen those glasses without the arms just pinch to your nose bridge? Yeah, they kinda need them. Dog ears lol.

They all have diffrent versions of Ren's facial hair. Obvi Grimm's is based on Renbob's and the others are based on Ren's. Example, Red still has the same shape of stubble like ren, but his is much thicker and a bit messier like his hair.

Their hand nails are all diffrent too if that counts.

Ren: Legit just basic Ren Diggity Dog. Pan flag colours on his ear peircings. Leg coverings are layers of leather that button in the back to keep them from being too damaged while working. Prot band is on his left arm. It's made of netherite so it can't be destroyed...unless he runs into a cactus. Very fluff, is a good boy.

Red (King): Still grey from the death games and curse, but has a bit of colour unlike the demised. His hair is much messier and a bit longer than Ren's. Ears are more pointed like a wolf. When Ren was King, Red made his crown and cape for him. Red still thinks he's better though. Slacks are tighter fit around his knees for movement. ROYAL BLUE BABY- Not a chestplate, but has gold plating around his neck and shoulder that holds his cape. Gold cuffs on his feet because he hated the lack of movement with full leg coverings. Gotta protec those toe beans. Cape is pinned to his sleeve so it moves with him. Very elegant. Prot band on his left hand is a gift from Martyn. Has his symbol so he may always protect his king in some form. Martyn also learned the hard way that Red's cape is basically a giant weighted blanket. How the hell does he carry that?!

(Ren) Bob: Sometimes the hermits call him Rob. Basically a Timmy/Jimmy situation. Again, just basic RenBob. Very flowy clothing. His necklace is a crystal gifted from Impulse back in season 6. He also has earrings made from Grian's feathers he'll wear. They tickle sometimes though, so it's not often. No leg protection. Wants to "Be connected to the world" or whatever he said. Most of his jewlry is wooden. The wooden earrings pull his ears down a bit, but he likes the floppy ears anyway. Prot band is wooden braclet on his right arm. He has a wide variety of goofy cardigans. The egg one is one of his favourites.

(Link to the actual cardigan if you want it)

Grim (Dog): Demised Ren. Kinda like the life games, he has a thirst for death. Maybe not as intense, but he'll sometimes be in a hunting mood. There are tallymarks on his arm are a count of how many he's killed. He's very grateful for the respawn system, he can play these games forever now! Loves very outgoing deaths. Explosions and fireworks are his favourite. NEVER TRUST HIM WITH A CROSSBOW. Prot band is a choker hidden by his hood. Died from fall damage. In death, he invent footwear better than featherfalling to keep him from perishing like that again. (Think long fall boots from Portal. They're shock absorbers.) Has a fear of heights, but he'll never admit that to you. Eyes may look like pure white, but you'll see his iris in a dark room. The iris and pupil glow white, the sclera don't. And yes, his glasses are the shape of coffins.

Grimm (Bob): Demised RenBob! (Rob???) Also gets the urge to kill but prefers not to. When he does, it is much quieter deaths like drowning or suffocation. Grimm prefers to follow around Grim and tend to the dead. Arranging graves, leave flowers, tag you with how you died, that's all him! Died by suffocation. Nobody knows how but Grim. Doesn't talk very much. The most you'll hear is him muttering prayers to the dead. Sometimes he'll also just say a single word and scare the daylights out of somebody. Prot band is a choker beneath his hood aswell. Eyes are just like Grim's; You won't see his iris, but it's there. May not have the weird cardigans like his counterpart, but a few hermits are a fan of his glasses. Tango loves the X glasses. Reminds him of cartoons!

That's all I can think of right now. Any questions? Feel free to ask!

(Suggest more silly cardigans for renbob and I might draw them)

#renthedog #the red king #renbob #Rob???#grimdog #grimmdog #THE BROTHERS GRIMM???#The dogs grimm #rentheking #still can't tag well #we'll get there #maybe...#hermitcraft #trafficblr #inthelittlewood #uhhhh #eggs?#kings art

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kiwi · 8 months

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Hi! I just wanted to ask for some advice or maybe insight on how kiwi overcomes obstacles.

I'm an aspiring artist but I severely lack discipline. Whenever I'm doing a project I end up getting distracted and obsessively starting a new project. Which results in nothing getting finished and too many projects to do.

How do you deal with keeping discipline/focus?

much love!

im gonna be so real with you anon, i wish that i had a good answer for you. i really do. cuz my life would be significantly easier if i knew the perfect answer to self discipline.

as far as i can tell, mastering self discipline is something that most people work on through their whole lives. im still in my early 20s and dealing with a lot of the same organizational struggles i dealt with my whole time in school, so im not sure how much help i could possibly be. but i'll try!

plenty of my projects go unfinished, and i think the main ones that get finished satisfy one or more of the following:

- it's a commission

- i finished it in one sitting

- it's a project im using to procrastinate on something else

^knowing these things about myself, i find that i can finish more projects by weaponizing my procrastination. by working consistently on a commission project over several days, i can "reward" myself by taking breaks to draw other stuff that i can finish in one sitting, which fulfills that center in the brain that's satisfied by completing something. if im exclusively working on projects that take multiple sessions to finish, its easier to feel unsatisfied, like im not getting anywhere.

you could try putting together your own observations about the projects youve finished- are they focused on a subject you really enjoy? are they small, easily digestible projects? are they all similar, or all wildly different? you might be able to come to some conclusions about the best workflow for yourself that way

last i want to point out that i think it's okay to not finish stuff. it's okay to abandon projects, and no matter how disciplined you are, it's alright to let go of ideas you're not that invested in anymore. i think it's kinda great that you're exploring a lot of different ideas and getting so excited about them that you have to drop everything else, and i hope that your path leads you to ideas that grab you.

until then, maybe tone down your expectations for projects, so that you can call them finished much easier and make space in your brain for the next thing! anyway, i hope this was at least somewhat helpful :') good luck

#i think its important for people to know that im not really an expert in anything yet #i can draw certain things very well but i've got a lot of cooking to do before i have the skills surrounding it if that makes sense #so just because im very good at rendering doesnt make me feel very qualified to give advice on lifestyle and habits. im learning too!#we'll get there

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scribblemakes · 1 year

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Currently working on this comic for posting so here’s a little snippet of the rough (2 out of 16 panels)

[ID: Two black and white panels with sketches of Kim and Harry from Disco Elysium. They’re both laying in bed and looking at each other. In the first panel Kim is looking down at Harry with concern, with Harry’s hand on his face, and asking: “Is something wrong?”

In the second panel Kim is reaching over Harry as he looks up at Kim. Kim is saying: “Let me get my glasses”. Harry then says: “No I’m fine. Sorry”. /End ID]

#Disco Elysium #HarryKim #Shout out to my friends who've seen the whole rough already #your kind words power me #But yeah also delayed because of my paid work at the moment #We'll get there

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shkika · 10 months

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Do moon and pebbles ever refer to each other as siblings in the game? I remember pebbs mostly calls her his friend or neighbor, but I can't remember if Moon calls pebbs her brother, honestly it would be kinda sad if Moon saw him as a brother but pebbs only saw her as his neighbor, but maybe he is just formal and doesn't want to admit that he thinks of her like a big sister to the slugcats.

Oh absolutely the fact they are siblings isn't headcanons.

Though you'd be right. Pebbles has never referred to Moon as his sister in game. Only as his neighbor or senior... :) wowee how interesting hmm...

HOWEVER Moon does think of Pebbles as her little brother to the point where her public name is..

"Big Sis Moon"

She is referred to as his sister by NSH in his conversation with Suns.

Not only that, but other iterators literally use Moon as a reminder to who he is.

"The one near Looks To The Moon" wow ouch.

She very clearly considers him her brother, that's why people know her as "Big Sis Moon" aside being a mentor figure, of course.

If you want dialogue where she directly says it here you go!

Look no further than the dialogue that ruined me for days. As if Moon wasn't my favorite character already. Anyway.

It could be possible that he simply didn't want to talk about her as his sister, because he's more formal/ because he's talking to rats.

I like to think that the language he uses reflects on how intricate and even troubled their relationship was though! He just.. had very complicated feelings about it. Being constantly associated with her no matter what, it probably felt suffocating. We know from Suns he really wanted to be his own person and sought independence/ distance. Can't blame him for that.

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yellowhollyhock · 26 days

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purple dragons at central park

finally a rise story! Raph and Donnie bonding. this turned into a lead in for Mind Meld

tw parentification

It was a peaceful evening, and unusually warm for this late in the fall. Raph hadn't had any missions planned, movie night wasn't till Saturday, and they were still banned from the Hidden City for another week.

He just wanted to enjoy a stroll in the park with his brothers.

Mikey was engrossed in a cooking show; he'd convinced Dad to share the tv and the two of them weren't budging.

April was busy with schoolwork.

And Leo--Raph wasn't actually sure. Since he could portal he tended to come and go when he wanted. Mikey seemed to suspect he'd snuck off to Hueso's in spite of being very specifically uninvited back. To be fair, it wouldn't be the first time Hueso had uninvited Leo only to ununinvite him when he inevitably showed up uninvited.

The point was, that left Donnie, and Raph was excited to spend some time with him. It had been a while since they'd had any one on one bonding outside of a mission.

The problem? He'd been on his phone since they left the house.

"Hey, Donnie, I'm gonna cannonball."

He got him to look up for a few meager seconds. "Two words: entrance angle and hypothermia."

Raph blinked, biting his tongue about how many words had been used. "It's not that cold outside."

Donnie huffed in irritation and pointedly drew his hoodie further over his face. Then it was right back to his phone.

Raph sighed and plopped down to sit on the muddy bank, idly picking up a soggy orange leaf.

"This is boring," he declared. "We should go see if we find someone making trouble, or maybe look for more oozesquitos to trap."

"Raph, I told you, we can't capture any more oozesquitos until I finish my updated trap. Besides, this is supposed to be a relaxing night and I don't want to spend it fighting Purple Dragons!"

Raph blinked, and his confusion only grew as Donnie started tugging and pushing to bring him towards the trees.

"I wasn't really thinking of Purple Dragons," he said frankly as he allowed his brother to lead him by the hand. "I was thinking more like real villains--you know, Draxum or angry mutants or Foot thieves."

Donnie tugged more insistently. "They're on the bridge, hurry before they see us."

"Donnie," a voice had them stopped in their tracks. Raph turned to find a high school girl with bright pink hair, arms crossed, stance confident. She was flanked by a scrawny, big eared kid wringing his hands nervously and a dark-skinned light-haired teen with a broad build.

Donnie was frozen in his tracks. Raph smiled politely.

"Hi! You must be the Purple Dragons. Donnie's told us all about your little tech club."

Raph didn't have to look to know his brother was grinding his teeth.

"Little tech club, that's right, just a harmless stupid little--"

Raph yanked his hand away from Donnie to extend it for a handshake, effectively cutting him off.

"You guys have some cool inventions! Maybe we could see some of them some time." His gaze traveled quickly across the group, noting the briefcase the bigger guy carried and the way the scrawny one's pockets bulged.

Kendra clicked her tongue. "I doubt a couple of home-schooled mutants could wrap their heads around our club's recent endeavors," she drawled.

Donnie was seething. "Your club--"

Raph stepped on his foot, wincing internally when it wasn't as light as he intended. Donnie groaned and seethed.

Raph chuckled good-naturedly. "You're probably right! We just eat pizza and play with skateboards. You're definitely one or two steps ahead of us."

Donnie's angry muttering paused, and Raph knew he'd gotten the message.

Kendra glared, searching his face and finding, apparently, nothing.

It wasn't easy keeping up a thoughtless smile. Raph really needed to say something to Leo when they got back, being a face man was hard.

"Whatever," she finally relented, "Just stay out of our way."

She clapped once, and led her gang away.

As soon as their backs were turned, Raph took a couple steps back for a running start, and dove into the water.

It wasn't his best splash, but the passing party got wet enough to be startled.

"Ugh!" Kendra clenched her fists.

"Relishing chuckle," Donnie smirked as he sidled up alongside the briefcase man. "Perhaps you so-called Purple Dragons will think twice next time you take one or two steps ahead of us home-schooled mutants."

Raph pulled himself back onto the bank, mud dripping from his shell. The Purple Dragons collectively took a step back, while Donnie came to stand next to him. They fist-bumped.

"Cretins," Kendra said dismissively, and led her gang away for good.

Raph and Donnie watched until they were thoroughly out of earshot.

"You got the trackers planted?" Raph asked eagerly.

"Oh, I am in like a beekeeper infiltrating their little hive mind. Whatever it is they're planning, we are going to stay two steps ahead!"

Raph patted him in the shoulder. "Once you figure out what they're up to, just let us know what you need. We got your back."

Donnie paused thoughtfully, giving Raph an almost suspicious look. "But you said they weren't real villains."

"Not real villains? You think Raph forgot how they manipulated you, stole your things, and used your inventions to wreak havoc in the city, which is not only incredibly villainous but could have incriminated you?"

Donnie blinked rapidly. "I didn't think you guys were listening when I explained."

Raph's heart twisted painfully. Partially it was guilt, because it wasn't unwarranted for Donnie to feel not listened to. It was also a little hurt, because Raph really tried to listen and it seemed like his brothers never saw that.

He tried to do a lot of the things Dad had stopped doing.

"Hey," he ended the moment with a cheerful grin and a gentle nudge to the shoulder, "You know what we should do?"

"Go back to the lair and being up my cameras and mic so can listen in and find out what they've got in that briefcase?"

"I was gonna say we should plan a chess-themed mission," Raph admitted, "But your thing is good too."

Donnie's eyes got round. "A chess-themed mission? You, sir, have earned a hug!"

Raph happily accepted. "Relishing chuckle," he tried out Donnie's catchphrase.

"My thing," Donnie protested even as his hold tightened.

Raph felt a funny mix of brotherly affection and parental concern.

Then the moment was over, and they were headed back to the lair.

"Where have you two been all night?" Leo whined. Donnie sidestepped him and went straight to his lab, leaving Raph to deal with Leo.

"Dad and Mikey are still watching that boring cooking show." He flopped dramatically across the kitchen table.

Raph shook his head fondly. "We just went to Central Park. It's really peaceful this time of year."

Leo gave him a dead-eyed stare. Raph laughed.

"Hey, Face Man, wanna help Raph with his social media?"

"So badly, you have no idea."

#aaagh i can never pin the rise turtles down #just feels ooc and i can't figure out the issue #we'll get there #tmnt #rottmnt #rise raph #rise donnie #march for raph #yellow writes

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shivunin · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @greypetrel--thank you for thinking of me, friend! I've got a few things banked that I don't think I've shared yet c: (Tagging, in turn, @vakarians-babe @cullenvhenan @ndostairlyrium @dungeons-and-dragon-age @brother-genitivi @heniareth @zenstrike @palipunk @daggerbean @jtownnn, if any of you would like to share something!) Here is a sweet snippet from that Act 2 piece I've been talking about. This particular chapter lines up with parts of Palimpsest, if you've read it, and makes sense enough on its own if you haven't:

Fenris’s eyes found hers unerringly the moment he stepped through the doorway. There was something on his face—something intense, vital, having nothing to do with anger or regret. The sight of it jolted her, and though she’d been playing the tipsy fool for nearly half an hour now she almost gave up the act at once to ask him what he meant by it.

He swung a leg over the bench and sat beside her, just as he had for years now, but something new hummed in the empty space between them. She could hear it under the conversation and laughter of her friends, feel it in the moments when her sleeve brushed against his shoulder, see it when she glanced his way and the corner of his mouth rose in a faint but noticeable smile.

What was this?

Maria didn’t know. It made her giddy, brought a flush to her cheeks. She was grateful for the latter, for it made her performance of drunkenness even more convincing, but it also felt…it was too much. She’d felt only echoes before, the flutter in her chest when he gestured in that elegant way he had, the heat in her ears that she batted aside whenever she watched him execute an especially graceful or brutal maneuver during a fight. She knew how she felt about him; she could list a dozen reasons that she shouldn’t feel them (foremost amongst them that he couldn’t be comfortable with that sort of attention) and a hundred reasons why she couldn’t help herself regardless. She hadn’t spent the last three years debating herself for and against it for nothing, for the Maker’s sake, but this—

When they all stepped out into the night air, she was relieved. It cooled some of the flush on her cheeks, though not soon enough to hide it from the others.

“D’you feel a fever coming on, Hawke?” Merrill asked from Isabela’s back, her eyes glassy with too much drink. Even so, she lifted cool hands and patted Maria’s face carefully, feeling her forehead and cheeks in turn. “I’ve a draught for it in my room if you’re getting sick.”

“I’m fine,” Hawke assured her, reaching up to hug her one-armed, “just a bit too much to drink.”

Merrill hummed in acknowledgement and snuggled her head back into Isabela’s shoulder. Isabela eyed Hawke for a moment before lifting an arm for Maria to tuck herself under.

“Watch yourself, sweet thing,” Isabela murmured into her ear, “that one bites.”

“Nothing to watch,” Hawke murmured back, and pulled away. “Make sure she has water. She always forgets.”

“No, I don’t,” Merrill murmured, but Isabela smiled broadly.

“Sure there isn’t,” she said, “we’ll see about that, Hawke. C’mon, kitten. Let’s get you home.”

Hawke smiled after them, shaking her head, and when she turned she found Fenris waiting, eyes fixed on her.

The way he watched her sometimes…it had been wary at first, she was certain. Over the years, it had been replaced with mild exasperation, sometimes laughter, occasionally tentative affection. Now, there was something else in his eyes, some unnameable focus that set her heart to racing again the moment it’d finally calmed.

“Ready?” she asked Fenris.

The moon loved the sight of him, she’d often thought. Its light was like silver-gilt on the planes of his face when he angled his head to the side and it tangled in the strands of his hair with the gentlest of brushstrokes.

Who do I think I am, Varric? she wondered, looking toward the stairs home. Maybe I drank too much, after all.

She knew better, of course, but it was a convenient enough excuse to seize upon.

“I am,” Fenris said, and together they started up the stairs home.

Later, she wouldn’t remember much about the conversation that followed. He’d told her not to apologize to him—that much she held onto—but everything else was washed away by the way he’d reached out and taken her hand in his. His fingers were calloused and warm, bounded on every side by cool metal that occasionally snagged on her robes. While they finished climbing the steps to Hightown, Hawke wished fervently that she lived a little further away—somewhere outside of town, perhaps, so this walk could go on forever and she’d never have to let go. But of course the stairs home were as they’d always been, the walk as long or short as ever, and when they paused before her doorway they said goodbye in their usual manner.

For the first time, as she pressed her cheek to his breastplate and wrapped her arms around him, Hawke wished that she could hear the thud of his heart through his armor. Was his racing as much as hers? Had the touch been a whim or did it mean something more? Her mind buzzed with it, hummed with the way he tentatively wrapped his arms around her in return, the whisper of his breath against the loose curls along the edge of her braid. This was—something new. She was almost certain of it.

And yet, even then, the tiniest sliver of doubt held her from asking him what he wanted. It was not an unkind little voice. It was sympathetic—sorrowful, even, and its words were only logical.

You’re not ready, it whispered when she would have held on to him more tightly. After a moment, it added: He’s not ready.

So, flushed and weak-kneed, Hawke bade him goodnight as if nothing had changed at all. She was fortunate, she supposed, that she’d been keeping her feelings tucked neatly away this long. It had been necessary practice for this—whatever this was.

When she climbed into her bed some time later, it felt almost unbearably cold, too large for her by far, and she huddled on the edge of the mattress trying to will herself to sleep.

What would it feel like to—

No. He was her friend. It was enough; more than enough, after everything they’d seen.

But when he’d held her hand, he’d been gentle and firm. If he touched her somewhere else, what would it—

No.

She had no idea what she was doing. She had very little experience with any of this, and having a crush on one’s friend was a different creature entirely than deciding to pursue these feelings. No. Until she could…figure this out, she’d leave it to Fenris.

Hawke rolled over until her face was buried in the pillow. She groaned long and loud, and when she was finally done she closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

#maria hawke #fenhawke #wip wednesday #long post #shivunin scrivening #i really like the idea of hawke being competent and experienced and deadly #but also giddy and tingly with that first flush of falling for someone #and like. this doesn't end well obviously but i wanted to unwind the moments before that #the rush of the fall before the the ground came into view so to speak #and so this chapter started out as a thought exercise--a warmup recounting her perspective of palimpsest/the act 2 romance scenes #but then i got attached and looped all of the little such stories into one longer thing #and here we are #i do intend to finish it eventually #we'll get there

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frosty-tian · 1 year

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Art style test sketches featuring the Burns.

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